I like the conversation I had with Jill about that's what artist do. The world is our playground.
Here is the piece I played with.
I regret to tell you that it's not for sale.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Art: Altered Fist
Just got this done a couple days ago. Showed a few friends it and they really liked it a lot. I'm still experimenting with objects and trying to keep my eyes open for found objects and things I can transform into art. So I am still playing.
I like the conversation I had with Jill about that's what artist do. The world is our playground.
Here is the piece I played with.
I regret to tell you that it's not for sale.
I like the conversation I had with Jill about that's what artist do. The world is our playground.
Here is the piece I played with.
I regret to tell you that it's not for sale.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
If you want to live..
Then the arm and hand reaches down and lifts you off the ground.
That's the scene people probably envision when it comes to that leap of faith. People want to have people reaching for them. Not all, but a gesture coming forward to let a person know that there is help here for them.
There are lot of people on the streets that are ignored that live a life style of terminal illness and a life style of a family background of abuse. For people who have lived such a way, you don't see the harm and hurt they have gone through, and you will NEVER truly understand because you didn't live that way. You want to believe you know, but it is quit simply you don't. No one ask for such a way to live. I lived such a life of seeing life being destructive, unloving, abusive, and fearful. I didn't ask for that. It's not the worse way to live either I suppose. I had shoes on my feet, clothes, water and food provided. So I didn't live like the man downtown. But I lived with a broken family like hundreds if not thousands of American living. Which shouldn't no longer be boxed in with just as an American living. After finding our culture has a lot of luxury than a lot of other countries.
Some, not all are called to be servants. Not all are called or made known that is what your purpose is in life. Even the same, you might not ask for it. I don't remember 10 years ago thinking I would be serving people. I don't remember praying to God I want to serve. I asked for new car, a wife and kids. I prayed for those kind of things, but what God called me to do was to serve. I believe it to be my true calling to help and listen to people who have stories to tell and feelings to share. I think for the rest of my life I will only praying help me to guide and help me to listen to the people God decides walks into me. Because it's clear to me this is what I am here for.
Thank you Lord for what you have bestowed upon me.
That's the scene people probably envision when it comes to that leap of faith. People want to have people reaching for them. Not all, but a gesture coming forward to let a person know that there is help here for them.
There are lot of people on the streets that are ignored that live a life style of terminal illness and a life style of a family background of abuse. For people who have lived such a way, you don't see the harm and hurt they have gone through, and you will NEVER truly understand because you didn't live that way. You want to believe you know, but it is quit simply you don't. No one ask for such a way to live. I lived such a life of seeing life being destructive, unloving, abusive, and fearful. I didn't ask for that. It's not the worse way to live either I suppose. I had shoes on my feet, clothes, water and food provided. So I didn't live like the man downtown. But I lived with a broken family like hundreds if not thousands of American living. Which shouldn't no longer be boxed in with just as an American living. After finding our culture has a lot of luxury than a lot of other countries.
Some, not all are called to be servants. Not all are called or made known that is what your purpose is in life. Even the same, you might not ask for it. I don't remember 10 years ago thinking I would be serving people. I don't remember praying to God I want to serve. I asked for new car, a wife and kids. I prayed for those kind of things, but what God called me to do was to serve. I believe it to be my true calling to help and listen to people who have stories to tell and feelings to share. I think for the rest of my life I will only praying help me to guide and help me to listen to the people God decides walks into me. Because it's clear to me this is what I am here for.
Thank you Lord for what you have bestowed upon me.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Recope
These past few days I have been sick with sinus/allergy issues. Cincinnati is known for its allergy climate. "Only in Cincinnati" has been the quote for the past few days as well, from 3 different sources I heard say that. Funny.
Yeah, it does seem like Cincinnati tends to be the place where it's freezer coats one day, then shorts and tank top season the next day. "Only in Cincinnati".
I still managed to a few somethings while I had a pleasant mild resistant time to allergies for about 12 hours, but now I am back to yuck. It really is a strain on my productivity to make art and get my brain in the right places.
Tea, tea and more tea is my solution to counteracting the drainage.
Tomorrow I am hoping to look around and read at some cafes around Cincy. The rain and chillness might damper my hopes though. I am looking around for art opportunities again. If anyone has any ideas to share or something, please share with me.
I think I need to clean my apartment this week, all this dust might be is what is keeping me sick longer than I am use too. So that is something I need to tend too. Plus I like rearranging my own stuff.
I wonder if heaven has dust.
Yeah, it does seem like Cincinnati tends to be the place where it's freezer coats one day, then shorts and tank top season the next day. "Only in Cincinnati".
I still managed to a few somethings while I had a pleasant mild resistant time to allergies for about 12 hours, but now I am back to yuck. It really is a strain on my productivity to make art and get my brain in the right places.
Tea, tea and more tea is my solution to counteracting the drainage.
Tomorrow I am hoping to look around and read at some cafes around Cincy. The rain and chillness might damper my hopes though. I am looking around for art opportunities again. If anyone has any ideas to share or something, please share with me.
I think I need to clean my apartment this week, all this dust might be is what is keeping me sick longer than I am use too. So that is something I need to tend too. Plus I like rearranging my own stuff.
I wonder if heaven has dust.
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